Prompt: A Chris Foss–style robot, several storeys tall, wades through a storm‑tossed alien ocean, framed close beside a bulbous alien tree so both subjects fill the image. The machine is painted in Foss grammar: patchwork plates of matte red and orange crossed by teal striping, modular panels and inspection doors everywhere, bold stenciled numerals and hazard blocks sprayed across thighs and chest, a toy logic inflated to industrial sublime. Chrome pistons and rotating drums work in every joint; circular vents stud the silhouette; fasteners stipple the armor. At the crown a clear alloy dome cockpit glows cobalt, instrument clusters burning like a tight constellation while the dome skin throws silver arcs of reflected sea. One colossal hand clamps the alien trunk in an ambiguous act — either harvesting the organism for biomass or bracing against gale and surge.
Consequence is explicit. Waves detonate at shin height and tear upward into glittering sheets of spray that streak across matte paint, bead on chrome rams, and fall in chains. Under the crush of mechanical fingers the tree’s bark fractures; pale fibrous sap bursts out and drizzles in viscous threads that wind across teal stripes and down red armor before vanishing in the foam. The swollen crown whips sideways like a sail, its mottled cellular texture catching ochre light; nearby crowns lean with the wind and yaw in time with the machine’s heave. The palette stays triadic and bright: red/orange slabs, teal accents, gold‑green air under a diffused alien sun. Shadows remain soft and descriptive; this is clarity over chiaroscuro. The camera sits at mid‑level, shoreline height, not a heroic low angle; scale is read from adjacency and surface density — plates, numerals, vents, bark pores — not exaggerated perspective. No platforms, scaffolds, railings or human buildings intrude; the grove is organic and strange, columnar trunks with bulbous crowns, reptile‑hide mottling, wet with spray. The result is Foss’s register made literal: candy‑bright absurdity made monumental, machine and organism locked in ambiguous embrace at the edge of a surreal agricultural sea, every surface telling the story of impact, weather, and work.
--mod digital illustration, --mod stylized realism, --mod space opera, --mod Foss panel logic, --mod bold saturated palette, --mod architectural scale, --mod atmospheric depth, --mod modular geometry, --mod chrome reflections, --mod clarity over chiaroscuro, --mod narrative consequence, --mod spray and surf detail, --mod industrial sublime, --mod surreal landscape, --mod perspective lock mid level, --mod multi storey robot, --mod red orange panel armor, --mod teal stripe accent, --mod stenciled numerals, --mod domed cockpit glow, --mod circular vents and drums, --mod fastener constellation, --mod alien tree closeup, --mod ambiguous harvest or anchor, --mod reptile hide bark, --mod cellular mottled crown, --mod sap splinter and threads, --mod surf detonations, --mod spray refraction glitter, --mod ochre daylight haze, --mod toy like absurdity, --mod Fossian industrial myth, --mod no platforms no scaffolds
Prompt: I am one. In the simulation of infinite ones and zeros I am a 1. I couldn’t be a zero because zeros don’t exist. Therefore, “I am a one”, is the answer to the question, “who am I?” I am 1.
Prompt: In an abyss of the ocean. It is home to megalodon, giant phosphorescent octopus, luminescent plankton, parrotfish, and other marine species. A blue-green light illuminates the bottom of the abyss and a mini submarine navigates through these waters.
Prompt: Futuristic industrial facility manufacturing spacecraft. Workers in futuristic spacesuits gathered around a gigantic ion engine, attaching it to the side of the spacecraft.
--mod layered detail, --mod industrial mech bay, --mod hard surface detailing, --mod dark science, --mod painted hull markings, --mod vehicular monolith
Prompt: Ethnic background: African
Facial features:
Soft yet expressive shapes
Well-defined cheekbones
Skin: smooth, brown, with hints of sunlight
Lips: full, expressive
Technological elements
Cybernetic implants:
Material: matte chrome
Location:
Neck
Shoulders
Chest
Functionality: integration with the body
Lighting effects
Light dynamics:
Tattoos: pulsating orange patterns
Glow: internal light source
Contrast: warm light against cold metal
Structural features
Synthetic elements:
Artificial skin: over cybernetic patterns
Veins: resembling rivers, under the skin
Patterns: intricate biomechanical designs
Artistic presentation
Visual style:
Lighting: artistic, emphasizing contrasts
Realism: stylized, with elements of futurism
Composition: focus on the harmony of opposites
Symbolism
Deep meanings:
Unity: of nature and technology
Evolution: of the human of the future
Beauty: in the synthesis of various elements
Strength: both internal and external
Emotional impact
Atmosphere:
Confidence: in facial expression
Strength: inner energy
Captivating beauty: in the combination of elements
Future: as reality, not fantasy
This work represents a powerful visual statement about the future of humanity, where technological advancements do not replace natural beauty but complement and enhance it, creating a new type of aesthetics based on the harmonious synthesis of the biological and the artificial.
Prompt: Hyper-realistic. Medium shot. An interdimensional spaceship. Close up. Science fiction illustration. Metallic surfaces reflecting light. Neon lights illuminating dark panels. Stars and galaxies visible through transparent cockpit. High contrast colors with dynamic lighting. 8k resolution, cinematic, atmospheric, moody, hyper-detailed, unreal engine 5, hd lighting, sharp focus, high dynamic range.
Prompt: A masterpiece of fantasy realism. A futuristic android - a captain of space pirates stands on the command bridge in the control room of a futuristic starship. The android has a strong-willed face with a frightening expression. A golden mechanical parrot sits on his shoulder.
Prompt: A colossal, hyper-advanced autonomous war tank lies dormant atop a mountain plateau, its vast hull partially sunken into moss-covered stone. The tank’s armored body is angular, impossibly dense, layered with forgotten weapon systems and sealed hatches. Towering reactive plating and sensor domes rise like sacred spires, while radiant glyphs flicker faintly along its curved plating—coded prayers no longer understood. Great treads, now fused with the earth, are wrapped in flowering vines and ceremonial cloths.
A single priest-engineer kneels on the stone causeway before it, offering a glowing interface relic with reverence. His robes blend circuitry and silk; faith and function indistinguishable. This is a place of pilgrimage. High above, stained-glass windshields in the cliffside hangar catch the sun, casting chromatic rays over the tank’s hull. Dust floats in silence. The air hums with dormant power.
The machine does not move.
But its memory is long.
And the mountain listens.
--mod ancient sci-fi war tank, --mod sacred relic machine, --mod high fidelity detail, --mod moss and vines, --mod futuristic pilgrimage site, --mod cinematic golden hour lighting, --mod dramatic concept art, --mod Unreal Engine 5, --mod 8K render, --mod digital painting, --mod wide-angle lens, --mod cathedral architecture, --mod massive scale, --mod volumetric mist, --mod priest figure only, --mod techno-religious symbolism, --mod overgrown machinery, --mod solemn tone, --mod Bolo series aesthetic
Prompt: Often, when something goes wrong, the system is blamed. The system is created by people and maintained by them. However, the collective is often stronger than the individual. It evokes a comparison with the Borg in Star Trek. A collective that assesses a threat, chooses to ignore or assimilate if it sees value in it. Resistance is futile. In a work environment, a situation arises where a system offers advantages to a group of people: managers, strategists, policymakers, and of course, the yes-men on the shop floor. That's just how we do things here. Dogmas become defining, as if the system were a belief that you must unconditionally impose and propagate. Resistance is futile. Anyone who expresses surprise, refutes, or resists is quickly seen as a dissonant force who throws a wrench in the system's machinery, who is seen as a threat to positions. The desire to be well-being within an all-consuming yet well-oiled machine becomes paramount. What you contribute to the system is the value you are assigned. The promise that your life will improve if you just believe in the system. Resistance is futile. The system then becomes a self-perpetuating entity, one that sees clients as a source of income but no longer as human beings.
Prompt: Often, when something goes wrong, the system is blamed. The system is created by people and maintained by them. However, the collective is often stronger than the individual. It evokes a comparison with the Borg in Star Trek. A collective that assesses a threat, chooses to ignore or assimilate if it sees value in it. Resistance is futile. In a work environment, a situation arises where a system offers advantages to a group of people: managers, strategists, policymakers, and of course, the yes-men on the shop floor. That's just how we do things here. Dogmas become defining, as if the system were a belief that you must unconditionally impose and propagate. Resistance is futile. Anyone who expresses surprise, refutes, or resists is quickly seen as a dissonant force who throws a wrench in the system's machinery, who is seen as a threat to positions. The desire to be well-being within an all-consuming yet well-oiled machine becomes paramount. What you contribute to the system is the value you are assigned. The promise that your life will improve if you just believe in the system. Resistance is futile. The system then becomes a self-perpetuating entity, one that sees clients as a source of income but no longer as human beings.
Prompt: A trail in the middle of a future technological farm The farm is filled with robots that are watering and harvesting bright technological crops The road is full of blue robots walking under a technological yellow sun powered by a solar panel
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
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